|Riding with David and Co. near Kas|
My attention turns to the job in hand. I quickly take off my boots and and trousers and slip on my waterproof liners. Then the jacket. I try to not to rush. Its like when you walk home in the dark and get spooked by a sound and don't want to start running because it only accelerates the paranoia as you have accepted there really might be something there to be scared of. I don't hang around to zip the liners in place though and go straight for the boots.
I had stopped at this little garage in the hills to use the loo as a changing room but the man (one of 5) had led me to this back room instead. I guess it was the staff quarters and had more room than the toilet for my needs.
As I walk out of the room and back in to the light of day I find a cup of tea waiting for me and a big smile.
"Where are you from?"
A blank look.
"Next to England" I explained.
I drink the tea, thank them and ride on, laughing at myself in my helmet. That answers that question! Philanthropist!
The weather had turned on me today. It was raining hard and the wind had really picked up. What started out as the perfect riding day was now a constant battle to keep from being blown in the the central reservation. I don't think I have ever ridden in such windy conditions. Not even the Pan American was this bad. When I stopped it was a battle to hold the bike upright so I just kept ploughing on slowly and stopping briefly for some respite at the odd garage. The next stop saw another man running over with more tea! Perhaps I look like I need it! I generally do!
|On "my" Yacht in Bodrum|
Bodrum was a delightful place and Fuat, my host, lent me a yacht for the night! It was quite an
experience as I'd never been on one before! That evening, in the harbour, we went through pictures of Antarctica and discussed the Drake Passage crossing that I will soon be facing in my quest to get Rhonda to Antarctica. I headed back to the yacht later that evening and slept like a baby, gently rocking in the harbour.
Click here for video blog on said quest!
(More news to follow as the plans develop)
|On route to Dalyan|
About 10 miles of the road was pretty non existent. It was clearly no longer used and was severely broken up. I carried on and eventually came out back on the tarmac. It was a stunning ride taking me alongside secluded coves, around switchbacks and up in the hills where the views were
breathtaking. Every day is ride out day!
This weekend was spent is Kas with David Bird and his lovely wife Juliette who took me in along with the other strays they have collected over the years. 6 dogs of varying sizes and 7 cats including the only thalidomide cat I have ever met! A wonderful place which happens to be surrounded by miles of mountain trails. Of course we had to check them out! Bags off and 5 stone lighter, Rhonda and I were ready to go!
Kas is known for it's beautiful coastline on the Mediterranean sea (and it is stunning) but the mountains at this time of year are hard to beat.
I felt very much at home here surrounded by animals and space. David and Juliet may find me abandoned on their doorstep next, in a box marked "Please feed homemade Lasagne 3 times a day and ensure regular trail riding is maintained"!
To see route click here
265 miles tomorrow. Heading for the sunken city of Ihlara.